Could she find her way
Through broken stars
That moved on to stupor
Her eyes are close
To turning blue, dead
There’s a shift in the wind
From this moment on
Bandage a fractured word
It has long-gone
Lost its essence, meaning
You, yes, come here
Chug down a beer
Light that cigarette
Against all things
deceiving and ephemeral,
Sit next to me
Help me;
Let’s be infinite
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